I see you...
tapping your keys at the beach
pulling my strings with every stroke
as the waves sneak to your feet... to fiddle
I hear you...
quavering melodies to the wind
drifting my emotions with a cork
as my bottled message anchors... a paddle
I need you...
conducting my breath at the podium
orchestrating dawn through fog
as the ink sheds on your lid... a fallen feather.